The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Sir . Caf . Good Night . [ Exeunt Cæfar and Octavia . Enter Soothsayer . Ant . Now Sirrah ! do you wish your self in Ægypt ? Sooth . Would I had never come from thence , nor you thither . Ant . If you can , your reafon ? Sooth . I fee ...
... Sir . Caf . Good Night . [ Exeunt Cæfar and Octavia . Enter Soothsayer . Ant . Now Sirrah ! do you wish your self in Ægypt ? Sooth . Would I had never come from thence , nor you thither . Ant . If you can , your reafon ? Sooth . I fee ...
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... Sirrah , mark , we use To say , the dead are well : bring me to that , The Gold I give thee , will I melt and pour Dow thy ill - uttering throat . Mes . Good Madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will : But there's no goodness in ...
... Sirrah , mark , we use To say , the dead are well : bring me to that , The Gold I give thee , will I melt and pour Dow thy ill - uttering throat . Mes . Good Madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will : But there's no goodness in ...
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... Sirrah Iras , go , Now , noble Charmian , we'll dispatch indeed , And when thou hast done this chare , I'll give thee leave To play ' till Doom's - day : bring our Crown , and all Wherefore this noife ? Enter a Guardsman . Guards . Here ...
... Sirrah Iras , go , Now , noble Charmian , we'll dispatch indeed , And when thou hast done this chare , I'll give thee leave To play ' till Doom's - day : bring our Crown , and all Wherefore this noife ? Enter a Guardsman . Guards . Here ...
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... Sirrah ? Come hither ; Ah you precious Pander , Villain , Where is thy Lady ? In a word , or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends . Pis . Oh , good my Lord . Clot . Where is thy Lady ? Or , by Jupiter , I will not ask again . Close ...
... Sirrah ? Come hither ; Ah you precious Pander , Villain , Where is thy Lady ? In a word , or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends . Pis . Oh , good my Lord . Clot . Where is thy Lady ? Or , by Jupiter , I will not ask again . Close ...
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... Sirrah , is this Letter true ? Pif . Sir , as I think . Clot . It is Posthumus's Hand , I know't . Sirrah , if thou would'st not be a Villain , but to do me true Service ; undergo those employments wherein I should have Cause to use ...
... Sirrah , is this Letter true ? Pif . Sir , as I think . Clot . It is Posthumus's Hand , I know't . Sirrah , if thou would'st not be a Villain , but to do me true Service ; undergo those employments wherein I should have Cause to use ...
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Ægypt anſwer Antony Bawd beſt Brother Buſineſs Cafar Capt Captain cauſe Cleo Clot Cobham courſe Crom Cromwell Cymbeline Daughter Death defire doſt doth e'er elſe Enter Eros Exeunt Exit faid falſe Fath Father felf firſt Flow Flowerdale fome Fortune Friends fuch Gent Gentleman Gods Guiderius hath hear Heart Heav'n Honour Horſe Houſe i'faith i'th Iach King Knight Lady Lanc laſt Locrine Lord Lord Cobham Luce Madam Mark Antony marry Maſter Miſtreſs Mony moſt muſt ne'er never noble o'th on't Pericles pleaſe Pleaſure Poft Pompey pray preſent Prieft Priſon purpoſe Queen reſt ſay ſee ſeen ſelf ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould Sifter Sir Lancelot Sirrah Soldiers ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſweet tell thee there's theſe thoſe thou art Thra Treaſon unto Weath whoſe Wife
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